Notes on People

The word began to spread among his Washington supporters that Senator Edmund S. Muskie was tiring of snacks of milk and cookies While flying around the country on his undeclared campaign for the Democratic Presidential nomination. So a group of women in the suburbs of Washington started “Mondays for Muskie,” on which they prepare the goodies the Maine Senator prefers: Swedish cardamon cakes, apricot balls, smoked nuts, chocolate cakes and Chinese egg rolls. In the switch from stuffing envelopes to stuffing the candidate, the women also make quiche Lorraine and chopped chicken livers, and freeze it until needed. If any other candidate has such support, he hasn't announced it.

H. Rap Brown, who was shot in a gun battle with the police after a holdup of a Manhattan bar last month and was then arrested as a suspect, was reported “up and walking around and improving steadily.” Brown, who is at the Bellevue Hospital prison ward charged with attempted murder, insists that he is not Brown.

The high school band played “When Johnny Comes Marching Home,” and S. Sgt. John C. Sexton Jr. stood at attention, trembling, at Metropolitan Airport in Detroit. Sergeant Sexton, one of the few American soldiers released by the Vietcong, said, “I can't believe I'm really home.” The 23‐year‐old sergeant, who returned to Allied territory in South Vietnam Oct. 8 after 26 months in captivity, said he was starting a fund to aid prisoners of war and locate men missing in action.

Who is the biggest collector of antiquities in Israel? Defense Minister Moshe Dayan is, according to Uri Avneri, leader of the one‐man left wing Haolam Hazeh faction. Mr. Avneri, in a debate in the Knesset on proposed restrictions on private excavation of antiquities, said that Mr. Dayan's personal collection was worth more than $700,000 and that large hotels displayed items with testimonials saying they were from the Minister's digs.

The struggle for women's liberation seemed to lose something in the translation on the stage of the Eliseo Theater in Rome. When Betty Freidan, a general in the war against male chauvinism, said, “What you need is a Popess one day—why always male Popes?” the audience understood. Some of the women hissed and some cheered. But when Miss Freidan, talking through a series of four interpreters, was asked to keep her sentences shorter, she said, “I'm sorry, that's the way I express myself.” Then the theater manager expressed himself: the Eliseo had to be emptied for a rehearsal. Everyone seemed to understand, booing and yelling, “Male power!”

Richard Harris, the Irish actor who often tells tales of his drinking adventures, told another, to the New York City police. Mr. Harris said that he had met two couples at P. J. Clarke's bar, chatted with them and invited them to his suite at the Waldorf Towers. After a few more drinks and listening to records, Mr. Harris said, he fell asleep. When he awoke, the couples were gone and so, he said, was $16,000 worth of his belongings, including jeweled cufflinks, a fur coat and cash.